No one will care except me...really.

Man, after five years of never having left my wrist, that leather band I wear on my left arm broke off in the shower last night.

I'm a little sad. It was the band I put on in England from the store I worked in and it's been with me ever since.

My wrist feels oddly naked and there's a hilarious white line going across my arm.  Maybe I'll find something else to put on it.

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Dear Supernatural,

You'd better jump the train back on the fucking track...SOON.

Dear Sam,

I love you but stop being a cockmunch